spx was sweet. minis everywhere. i'd take a picture of all the awesome comics i got, but i'm sleepy and dying. i got to see lots of awesome people again, and experienced a con without anything new to show (it was not so great, that bit).

Well, the world is still here. Guess I'll brace for the end on October 21st.

In the meantime, I'll just continue my Somerville existence. House is full of books, beer, and cats. Also Wes, who spends his time terrorizing said cats and shitting merrily in the dining room. Guess I worried for naught. He keeps charging up to them, trying to figure out what they are. D'Argo knocked over some boxes in his haste to get away from the galloping rabbit. Sad animal.

Pictures soon, so you can see our library which contains some hilarious overlap: two Scott Pilgrim runs, two copies of Snowcrash, Harumi Murakami like you wouldn't believe, Amphigories, and so on. We're probably going to have three Transmet runs once everyones full collection returns to them.

Today I [went to work/had the day off]. Around 10AM I [watched office dudes practice their swings as they took a conference call/made tea and sat outside on the porch]. Dinner today was [awesome/oversalted]. I'm getting better at preparing [beef/empanadas/eggplant parmigiana]. Drawing is [happening/not happening/help i miss studio oh god wangst]. I passed out on the floor at about [11PM/12AM] and Wes [did/did not] spray me good night.

Operation: Fetch Fat Ass will be underway this weekend. Josiah got a zipcar called ESPN for the trip to New York, which amuses me much more than it should. Perhaps it will have magical transformative qualities and I will emerge a meaty DudeBrah, redolent of Miller and Axe.